Plunder

by Lynn Norton

Poem


The Leaves Are Green

by Charles Fredette

Poem


My First Day in the Field (The Jungles of Vietnam)

by Louis Ferrari

Prose


"Forecaste"

by Lynn Norton

Poem


A Better Place

by Gene Groner

Poem


Sunset In the Desert

by Brant Parker III

Array


OLD SOLDIERS NEVER DIE AND THEY DON'T JUST FADE AWAY

By Sharon Gartrell, Army

Writing Type: Poem

Dear God, you've taken away today
Another old soldier from us.
So if You don't mind, there's a little to say;
I promise it won't be too much.
Many peaceful years passed between World War I and II,
Then our soldiers faced the Nazis eye-to-eye.
But, Lord, they were crushed and cried out to You,
Due to Pearl Harbor and their friends who had to die.
The Korean War was fought fron1 ~so to '53,
Forcing our boys to spread out 'cross the world,
It didn't matter where they fell, you see,
They were fighting for American boys and girls.
Vietnam damaged most of our soldiers for life.
Some remember killing a booby-trapped child.
Missing limbs, sanity lost, they live in daily strife.
Souls escaped but their bodies won't be found for awhile.
Before the Civil War, World Wars, Korean War and Vietnam,
We all prayed for our women vets- didn't you?
They too fought and died bravely for Uncle Sam.
We must not forget they bled red, too!
From wars fought, won and lost,
With tears of joy when our soldiers come home,
What is it that we '11 miss the most
When they're gone and we're left alJ alone?
We'll miss their courage, their faith, and their love,
For our country and fellow man.
But we know, God, they are with You above,
Still guarding and protecting our motherland.
So, Lord, You've shared these heroes' lives
With us for many, many years.
And now it's time for us to strive
To free our good-byes and our tears.

My grandson

by Ty Andrews

Drawing


The State of the Nation: Various Levels of Pain

by Charles Marshall

Poem


Our Voice Means Something

by Kennith Harvey

Poem


The Walking Wounded

by Benjamin Williams

Poem


Women in the Military History Speech – March

by Judith Leu

Prose


A Better Place

by Gene Groner

Poem